Four Corners Match - Peyton McKee vs Sig

Peyton continued to casually play with the blonde before finally deciding to slowly ramp things up. She stuffed a third finger into Sig and then started to plunge her fingers deeper inside her. She would use her other hand to take one of Sig's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and play with it further. Peyton was smiling as she felt Sig's hand rubbing her thigh and she enjoyed hearing her moaning again. "You're really enjoying this... You're a very lucky girl, Sig."

"Ahhn... y-yess... aahmm...!" Sig moaned louder as Peyton upped her game.

Another finger slipped into her wet sex, making it a total of three, which really effective in pumping up her arousal quite literally. Meanwhile, the redhead's fingers teasing her hardened nipple also further drove her hotter and more bothered. Her mind was starting to going blank from the stimulations, and she was loving it!

"Oohh... P-Peyton..."

Peyton was incredibly amused to watch Sig's reaction as she kept pleasing the blonde. The American girl thought that Sig was almost cute the way she was reacting. She decided to tease Sig by squeezing her legs around her neck just enough to startle the blonde. Her fingers, meanwhile, would continue to plow into her lower folds until she started to go faster and harder, even slipping in her fourth finger to really amp it up. She then squeezed on Sig's breast and said, "Who screws you better than anyone you know baby?" Peyton was having too much fun, she thought. This girl was losing it completely and she had to think at least part of it was because of how damn good she was.

"Nnnggg..." Sig groaned a bit as Peyton squeezed her neck a bit, her hands then tried to pull the thigh away.

The groping on her breast and the additional of another finger inside her sex soon turned her putty in the redhead's hand, though. She moaned and wriggled helplessly, the squeezing only adding up to her arousal as it was. Peyton was driving her towards another orgasm rapidly as it was!

"Aahmmm... y-youu... o-ooohh...!" the blonde squealed.

It might not be the truth, but she didn't really want to ruin the moment. Besides, the girl was quite close to turn her into a mess with the way she's teasing her right now. Her face already turned stupid from the sheer ecstasy as it was, and it wouldn't be too long before she'd explode at this rate.

"H-hhiiyy... d-don't s-stopp...! Oohhh...!"

"I'm not going to stop babe," replied Peyton, pumping Sig hard and fast. Peyton could see Sig being driven crazy by the amount of pleasure she was giving her and loved it. The redhead then shifted her position and released the blonde's breast and focused on the sex of the German. She leaned up with her legs still constricting Sig and made more deliberate motions with her fingers and well as grabbing onto her butt firmly to get more leverage on the girl. McKee then smirked, determined to make her opponent blow for the last time in this match. "C'mon Sig... Let it all out," she said.

It didn't take too long for Sig to reach her third climax of the night from that point. Seconds after Peyton urged her to let it out, she tensed and curled her toes, before spasming uncontrollably within the girl's hold. Moaning lewdly, Sig writhed in the ecstasy as her juices coated the fingers of Peyton once again, and she kept bucking herself to hump those digits while riding her orgasm to the finish.

"Oohhh... h-haaa... h-haaaa..." the blonde then panted and limped with a silly expression decorating her face. "S-soo goooodd... oohh..."

Peyton smiled from ear-to-ear after Sig reached her climax and casually removed her hand from the blonde, taking a brief lick of her fingers and releasing the head scissors. She then grabbed hold of Sig's legs, still locked on the second ropes, and pulled them off, laying them gently to her side. "Glad you had a good time, baby..." The redhead then crawled over top of Sig and put her wet hand to Sig's cheek and gave the satisfied German a sensual kiss.

"Mwaaahh..." Sig gave Peyton a docile smile as she was laid on the mat and kissed.

Her muscles had turned into jellies at the moment, while her head filled with ecstasy she barely paying attention to anything else around her. The crowds's roaring or the bell that signified her defeat seemed so distant from her as it was.

McKeegiggled and then ruffled Sig's hair. She gave the girl who was basically non-responsive at this point a kiss on the cheek and stood up. She threw a fist in the air and yelled, "Peyton wins again!" She then danced in the ring, more celebratory than sexual, and after spending enough time showboating, she would walk back to Sig and take her hand, shaking what she was sure would be a noodle-y hand shake. "Thanks for the match, babe! Glad you enjoyed yourself, because I know I did!" She would laugh and drop Sig's hand before walking away, shaking her hips and grooving.

Peyton had won her second match so far and done so with style! McKee had been overjoyed and was very much looking forward to some celebration later. But first she'd put on some clothes. Clothes were important for celebration most times.